Brand-New Version

A brand-new version kept its word.

The higher a leader stood, the more they ought to give their subordinates an unwavering sense of security.

From Water Bandits to the Sand River Gang to the Mermaid Tribe, Liang Qu had always practiced this principle.

As a Subordinate Fifth Rank court official, a representative of Da Shun's youth, the top dog of Yi Xing Town, an outstanding disciple of Yang Martial Hall, with a whole host of subordinates under his command and both the Dragon Man Tribe and Mermaid Tribe attached to him, playing word games was simply too beneath him.

How many followers could someone full of lies and constantly playing word games possibly unite? How many people could they win the support of?

When Yang Dongxiong had accepted him as a Personal Disciple, it had not been merely because he could fight one against many.

A Time Insect was worth twelve Great Merits. It truly was hard to part with, but the value of what it created had already surpassed the cost of keeping it.

Long E Ying unconditionally supported Liang Qu's decision and dispersed the frozen frost.

Crack, crack.

The ice crystals shattered.

The Time Insect shook off the icy chips clinging to its body, trembling from tail to head as it exhaled a dense white mist. Revived, it poked its head around, filled with endless longing as it faced the surging Great Marsh.

Beyond the window—

Lay freedom!

With a flash of golden light, the Time Insect landed on the windowsill. It cautiously looked back at Liang Qu, afraid he would go back on his word and have the cold woman beside him bring down her palm, freezing it into an ice sculpture again.

Repeatedly Confirming.

Half believing, half doubting.

The Time Insect tentatively extended a jointed limb